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Post by ArchAngelChris on Dec 1, 2006 22:47:00 GMT -5
Riley nodded her head as sad eyes diverted from the male, "Alright," She whispered, half heartedly turnning her back to him, a final glance was cast over her shoulder and at his bleeding form, before she ran. And the girl had the legs of a runner, sprinting easily away from Constantine, and whatever danger being near him put her in. She ended up back at the bar he shared with Tre, no doubt awaiting his return, to make sure her newfound friend was alright.
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Post by Harli on Dec 1, 2006 23:03:54 GMT -5
{FF}
Tre sat upon the pool table... He was waiting for Con's arrival.... hence why the bar was closed... His eyes widened as the bloody, bruised form of his friend crawled through the front door.... The male was hardly even recogniseable... Daaamn. Tre rushed to his side, cursing bitterly.
(Lame...Y_Y)
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Post by ArchAngelChris on Dec 1, 2006 23:26:14 GMT -5
Riley, still sitting at the bar, had rest her head on the bar top, tail hanging limply behind her body as blond hair formed a mask before her face, hiding her expression and emotions. Large ears uprighted, then twitched at the sound on Constantine's entry. She seemed almost fearful as she turned to face the man, blue eyes dancing over his wounds. Her vision flickered for a moment to Tre, though were soon to return to Constantine as she approached the duo, hands folded before her lap and ears pinned back once more as if she were a scolded puppy about to be whacked over the nose with a newspaper. Deep down, she knew it wasn't her fault they had been attacked, though, a large portion of her still felt guilty. As if something had been because of her...
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